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i have spent many years pondering how lonely peter nureyev was for his whole life... i still cannot grasp it. 20 years. alone. im nauseous

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Juno Steel and the Monster's Reflection (part 3)

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Permission to be vulnerable in this torture dungeon. Do you guys even like me 

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what if… casual carte blanche dancing

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Deux pee

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use it as you see fit

this quote (and this whole episode) sends me. so proud of this lady

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peter nureyev putting on the same cologne for every disguise: a thief thinks of everything and Never misses a detail

juno steel, bloodhound: that dude forty miles away smells exactly like nureyev

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2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 

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artist in denial of being depressed: omg this 2 month long art block has been crazy... sorry i haven't updated any of my fics in a long while! it's just been super difficult to daydream! so weird that i've lost a little bit of passion for my current comfort character and ocs... this couldn't possibly have any implications or alternative explanations

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has anyone considered that we should only look backwards to ensure we have not walked this path before

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We didn’t get Juno’s POV of his first kiss with Nureyev when they started rebuilding their relationship on the Carte Blanche because his inner monologue short circuited and became incoherent for the rest of the evening

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don't want to write I want to think very hard about my fic until it emerges from my head fully formed like athena

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thinking about Man in Glass and what if

there's a pause when they're running away after stealing the map where they're hiding, quickly, in a dark corner of the garden, until the nearest guard leaves

they're both panting from all the running (how Juno manages it in those heels is a mystery) and Nureyev turns back to face him, to tell him it's time to move.

oh. for a split second, Juno (brilliant Juno, heartbreaking Juno, a very different Juno) looks at his lips. Nureyev's running on adrenaline and danger, his composure rattled by what the detective has put him through tonight. He's high on the heist and how they work so well together. He's still deeply hurt, but in the whirlwind of emotions he wants-

well. maybe he lays a hand on Juno's chest, leans in a little and-

closes the distance to kiss him roughly, pushes him up against the brick wall of the corner they're hiding in. Juno's frozen for a second before he melts and kisses him back, hard. Nureyev's hand glides over his chest adorned in beautiful gold, across the open back of the gown and presses his fingers into the small of the detective's back. Juno makes a quiet sound, and Nureyev wants to drag more of those lovely sounds from him, moves to-

file away for future consideration.

"We need to go," Nureyev says instead, removing the hand he just laid on Juno's chest, tearing his eyes away from the detective's unkissed lips.

"...yeah," Juno replies after a beat. He hikes up the skirt of his gown, and then they're running again. Together.

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Do you think Juno told Nureyev that he dreamed about him while he was captured and on his way to the freedome? Do you think he said it softly, long into the night while they were in bed at the Carte Blanche, while this peace between them was still somewhat new?

“You said I couldn’t be Juno Steel, not with the THEIA eye in my skull. Saying out loud what I’d been feeling for a while. You told me to hold on, too. It wasn’t good out there, and it was about to get worse.

I could see you so clearly. And you kissed me, and it almost felt real, even though it had been so long.

Then you pushed me so I’d wake up. Rude of you.”

Nureyev chuckled. “Glad I could help. And maybe I dreamed of you sometimes, too. Brushing past you in a crowded street, a snappy retort at the ready of how something didn’t make any sense.”

“Sounds like me,” Juno murmured.

Nureyev leaned forward and kissed him gently. The detective hummed quietly.

“I like having the real you better,” Nureyev said.

Juno closed the distance between them again.

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staring at the sun

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who wants to write a fucking essay with me on juno’s character development,